Ode to Hummus: A Poem by Shayna

Oh pasty, eggshell, spread I adore.
On pita, on wraps, I want more.
You may look like bird shit,
but that's okay.
It's the taste that matters, anyways.
Bain of the Middle East,
eaten by all.
The worst place to get hummus is at the mall.
Despite occupation and corruption galore,
both Jews and Arabs eat it, give me more!
I end this ode about hummus, a food that I like,
what can I say, I'm just an ignorant kike.

snaps fingers